Torso Items

Armor? Sort of. Style points? Absolutely.

The mark of a life spent turning patience into beauty.

When the leaves are serving looks, you should too!

Rise to the occasion.

These cute sleeves double as floaties!

The standard issue of an infamously bloodthirsty syndicate, known only as 'The Crew.'

B - A - N - D - A - N - A !

Great for hibernating on the couch or sneakily raiding the fridge.

Nothing says 'safety' like cardboard and industrial tape.

Show off every sauce you've ever met.

Enables you to chop, fry, sauté, and boil to your heart's content.

Full send it with this top.

Full send it with this vest.

Campfire classic!

Best paired with tea, a heavy book, and zero obligations.

The tails add at least 15% more gravitas.

For the solemn duty of waving back at every young transit enthusiast.

For the solemn duty of waving back at every young transit enthusiast.

Worn by folks who nod sagely at the horizon for no reason.

For the glue gun dual wielders.

The standard issue of an infamously bloodthirsty syndicate, known only as 'The Crew.'

The standard issue of an infamously bloodthirsty syndicate, known only as 'The Crew.'

The shirt would be lonely without it.

Puts the casual in business casual.

The perfect layer made for following the silver light under the wide, dark sky.

Puts the casual in business casual.

Free the belly button!

Free the belly button!

Shows just enough skin to raise questions, not enough to answer them.

Tells the story of either incredible craftsmanship or terrible impulse control.

The mullet of outerwear: practical in the shoulders, party on the arms.

Looks like it survived three duels and a dramatic breakup.

For explorers who boldly go... outside.

For explorers who boldly go... outside.

A tunic that doubles as wrapping paper... for you.

Sometimes a 'quick walk' turns into a whole adventure!

Love is the secret ingredient.

Turns bad weather into excellent frog weather.

For nights when you feel legally obligated to cause a scene.

Like a warm hug from a fluffalo.

Comes pre-seasoned with incense smoke and black cat fur.

Comes pre-seasoned with incense smoke and black cat fur.

For when your outfit needs to imply a very specific record collection.

The stains tell a story, and none of them are reassuring.

For those who prefer their compliments stammered.

Wear it like a charm. Use it like a spell.

This? Oh, just a casual heart-stealer look.

Captivates all those who dare to glance your way.

Smells faintly of the sea and old man wisdom.

Made for candlelit tables, slow glances, and staying out later than planned.

Made for candlelit tables, slow glances, and staying out later than planned.

A moth magnet.

Exposed midriff? How knotty!

The standard issue of an infamously bloodthirsty syndicate, known only as 'The Crew.'

If layers were a crime, lasagne would be public enemy number one. But people love lasagne. Case closed.

Two tees in a trench coat.

Two tees in a trench coat.

You know you look good and you know what you want: a spot front and center on the dance floor.

Transforms the wearer into someone who doesn't look at explosions.

The preferred uniform of people who want to look tough while keeping their arms cool.